My sister and her family live south of Hamilton. One day, years ago, we got off the highway too early and found ourselves driving through a community of gingerbread houses, colourfully painted, crammed together on quiet tiny streets.
It used to be a Methodist summer church camp.
Over the last few decades, they have been restored (falling to disrepair before that). Now they are full time homes, right on the lake.
Imagine us driving through an old regular suburb and finding these homes, set off to one side, travel at 20 kmh if you want to look.
They look good enough to eat. My brother in law says they aren’t really big.
I love them. The green one below is my favourite. That’s the colour of my door where we live.Print